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My Views On Racism

Ahhhh, that necessary evil. I’m sure there’s a host of culturally and otherwise conscious brothers and sisters who’d have my head for speaking this way. I can hear them now… “Necessary? Racism? Are you out of your damned mind?” To which I can only answer, “Of course I am. How can you be black in America, aware of your blackness in America, and not be?” However, those same kinfolk of my culturally and otherwise conscious soul and mind will have to accept the fact that, if I’m not allowed to voice my truths - to be who the hell I am in all instances and interactions - even in their regard and in their presence, I’m no less free or fortunate in their hands than I am under the oppression of our common enemy which, if I’m correct, is racism and not each other. Racism. The necessary evil. Racist, white folk’s only defense against the black gene - that multifaceted cog in the desperate fight, (of those who are aware), to remain as purely white as humanly possible by eliminating every threat of black interference which, ultimately, equates to the entire black race as in the end of our very existence. The ability to visibly effect the make-up of the entire human race. Surely a gift and a curse. But, just as sure as racists don’t want us here, we’re battling on the daily to not get gone. And so, the age old fight continues. Sucks big time, right? Especially for our side. Honestly, aside from the obvious ills of racism - the uneven playing field, the constant threat to black lives, the constant backlash from the Willie Lynch theory, and the deep hit to our pockets and minimized ability for financial gain - my biggest problem with racism is that I can’t have white friends - - at least not the way I’d want to -- the way I should be able to. Again, I can hear the grumbling of multitudes of culturally and otherwise conscious, down for the struggle, blacks who yell, “Why the hell do you need white friends anyway? Ain’t like they trying to be good to us.”  Well, the simple answer could be, “Blacks ain’t been all that good to me either.” But, that’s just too easy. Still, the disheartening truth is,  my greatest detriments throughout life, and reason why I’m so fucked at this stage of my life, is because of the blacks I’ve encountered, trusted, befriended. The very ones for which I, in all my blackness, cultural consciousness, down-for-the-struggle, and love for “my” people,  sacrificed my livelihood, finances, and overall well-being in lieu of their’s. Albeit, I fully understand the slave mentality, crabs in the barrel, master’s house nigger, “show massuh how good a slave I am by beating on the field niggas harder than he would,” don’t support my own, but spend money with everybody else -- white folks first -- ‘cuz we know their ice is colder… That whole measure of sickness instilled in us through slavery and impacted upon us through daily doses of good-ole fashioned racism. I get that. Buuuut, that doesn’t change the fact that as supposed people with a common enemy at our throats, we aren’t treating one another as well as we should be. Hell, not well at all. In fact, if I relied solely on blacks for my well- being, I wouldn’t have to worry about losing weight. I’d be as thin as a rail, wondering where my next sandwich is coming from, and praying I get something to drink with it that’s at least a little thicker than tap water. Now, first let me differenciate between want and need. I don’t need white friends, but I’d like to be able to choose my friends regardless of their skin color and yes, under different circumstances, some of them would be white. Now, that aside, let me keep it a bit more real... Some white people are cool as hell and would ultimately just make  damned good, loyal, I truly give a darn about you, I have no hidden motives, friends. Who in their right mind would not want to be friends with Alanis Morissette? A cool, laid back, love er’body, God fearing, well-wishing soul like Alanis Morisette? Are you kidding? She’s like a white Chrisette Michele - another fun loving, good hearted, love er’body, don’t give a damn about skin color soul. They’re both the bomb on the friendship tip and they’re not even ugly. They’re gorgeous and rich, so it’s not like they have to be nice. LOL But, seriously tho… Off the subject? These two need to get together and give the world the coolest, heartfelt, upgrade to, “We Are The World, album ever! Hell, season it with some Patti Labelle, Erykah Badu, and Jill Scott. Oh my dammy! I’d follow the tour religiously and buy enough copies of the album and er’ single to give to all the black people who’ve treated me like shiznit just because they felt they could. Okay, maybe ALL is not feasible. I ain’t rich yet. Back on subject? Who wouldn’t want to be friends with Eddie Vedder? That guys just nice because he’s just nice. I’ve read about his views on the music industry and how he was in favor of the people, not the wheel designed to grind every single dollar out of hard working people’s hands. Unless he’s the best actor ever to never act, I haven’t detected a racist bone in that man’s body. Any person who believes that it’s okay to hate ALL whites simply because they’re white have failed to acknowledge the greatest and most relevant piece of history of all time - the Underground Railroad would not have worked to free slaves unless WHITE people helped too. For me, that all encompassing group of white people we’re supposed to hate simply because we’re black does not exist. Many whites are Alanis Morissette and Eddie Vedder - as cool as the other side of the pillow. And, I wholeheartedly believe that as more people of all races come to acknowledge this fact, (about all races), and begin to operate from that understanding, the beast we all know as racism, while it may never go away completely, will begin to become less and less problematic.

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Ahhhh, that necessary evil. I’m sure there’s a host of culturally and otherwise conscious brothers and sisters who’d have my head for speaking this way. I can hear them now… “Necessary? Racism? Are you out of your damned mind?” To which I can only answer, “Of course I am. How can you be black in America, aware of your blackness in America, and not be?” However, those same kinfolk of my culturally and otherwise conscious soul and mind will have to accept the fact that, if I’m not allowed to voice my truths - to be who the hell I am in all instances and interactions - even in their regard and in their presence, I’m no less free or fortunate in their hands than I am under the oppression of our common enemy which, if I’m correct, is racism and not each other. Racism. The necessary evil. Racist, white folk’s only defense against the black gene - that multifaceted cog in the desperate fight, (of those who are aware), to remain as purely white as humanly possible by eliminating every threat of black interference which, ultimately, equates to the entire black race as in the end of our very existence. The ability to visibly effect the make- up of the entire human race. Surely a gift and a curse. But, just as sure as racists don’t want us here, we’re battling on the daily to not get gone. And so, the age old fight continues. Sucks big time, right? Especially for our side. Honestly, aside from the obvious ills of racism - the uneven playing field, the constant threat to black lives, the constant backlash from the Willie Lynch theory, and the deep hit to our pockets and minimized ability for financial gain - my biggest problem with racism is that I can’t have white friends -- at least not the way I’d want to -- the way I should be able to. Again, I can hear the grumbling of multitudes of culturally and otherwise conscious, down for the struggle, blacks who yell, “Why the hell do you need white friends anyway? Ain’t like they trying to be good to us.”  Well, the simple answer could be, “Blacks ain’t been all that good to me either.” But, that’s just too easy. Still, the disheartening truth is,  my greatest detriments throughout life, and reason why I’m so fucked at this stage of my life, is because of the blacks I’ve encountered, trusted, befriended. The very ones for which I, in all my blackness, cultural consciousness, down-for-the-struggle, and love for “my” people,  sacrificed my livelihood, finances, and overall well-being in lieu of their’s. Albeit, I fully understand the slave mentality, crabs in the barrel, master’s house nigger, “show massuh how good a slave I am by beating on the field niggas harder than he would,” don’t support my own, but spend money with everybody else -- white folks first -- ‘cuz we know their ice is colder… That whole measure of sickness instilled in us through slavery and impacted upon us through daily doses of good-ole fashioned racism. I get that. Buuuut, that doesn’t change the fact that as supposed people with a common enemy at our throats, we aren’t treating one another as well as we should be. Hell, not well at all. In fact, if I relied solely on blacks for my well-being, I wouldn’t have to worry about losing weight. I’d be as thin as a rail, wondering where my next sandwich is coming from, and praying I get something to drink with it that’s at least a little thicker than tap water. Now, first let me differenciate between want and need. I don’t need white friends, but I’d like to be able to choose my friends regardless of their skin color and yes, under different circumstances, some of them would be white. Now, that aside, let me keep it a bit more real... Some white people are cool as hell and would ultimately just make  damned good, loyal, I truly give a darn about you, I have no hidden motives, friends. Who in their right mind would not want to be friends with Alanis Morissette? A cool, laid back, love er’body, God fearing, well-wishing soul like Alanis Morisette? Are you kidding? She’s like a white Chrisette Michele - another fun loving, good hearted, love er’body, don’t give a damn about skin color soul. They’re both the bomb on the friendship tip and they’re not even ugly. They’re gorgeous and rich, so it’s not like they have to be nice. LOL But, seriously tho… Off the subject? These two need to get together and give the world the coolest, heartfelt, upgrade to, “We Are The World, album ever! Hell, season it with some Patti Labelle, Erykah Badu, and Jill Scott. Oh my dammy! I’d follow the tour religiously and buy enough copies of the album and er’ single to give to all the black people who’ve treated me like shiznit just because they felt they could. Okay, maybe ALL is not feasible. I ain’t rich yet. Back on subject? Who wouldn’t want to be friends with Eddie Vedder? That guys just nice because he’s just nice. I’ve read about his views on the music industry and how he was in favor of the people, not the wheel designed to grind every single dollar out of hard working people’s hands. Unless he’s the best actor ever to never act, I haven’t detected a racist bone in that man’s body. Any person who believes that it’s okay to hate ALL whites simply because they’re white have failed to acknowledge the greatest and most relevant piece of history of all time - the Underground Railroad would not have worked to free slaves unless WHITE people helped too. For me, that all encompassing group of white people we’re supposed to hate simply because we’re black does not exist. Many whites are Alanis Morissette and Eddie Vedder - as cool as the other side of the pillow. And, I wholeheartedly believe that as more people of all races come to acknowledge this fact, (about all races), and begin to operate from that understanding, the beast we all know as racism, while it may never go away completely, will begin to become less and less problematic.